Beatrice placed a soothing hand on his shoulder. ‘Go, Khalid—I’ll be fine.’ Lost, but fine, she thought, looking down the seemingly endless corridor.
‘Really?’ Khalid smiled his gratitude. Still he hesitated. ‘I hate to leave you like this.’
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